http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kirstalump The original writings of author XxBurnXdownXtheXdiscoxX en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776227303 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short story. It's actually the last chapter of a story I'm writing on quizilla. I thought of it today and I HAD to write it. Hope you like it XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/399102/ Emotionsare under estimatedhid behind a mask of innocenceyou'd never think that something so smallcould be so powerfulEmotionsMurderLaughCryTortureHideconfined deep within,emotions strike at random moments,moments that nobody would think ofSurprise!Look who's here.Tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/399093/ I was talking to somebody and I said this, although I meant it literally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/398799/ I love him....:'( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/398796/ poem i wrote last night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/364520/    No matter how hard ITryI cantDraw thePERFECTPicture….But what is perfect…?Perfect is but aFantasyWe all haveFLAWSWe’re all stitchedTogetherWith weak thread… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/355149/  The girlShe sitsIn theHallwayA pen andPaperShe graspsDrawingEach andEverySoulFor she has the powerThe power to seeWhat’s on the insideAnd outBut I’ve noticedThatevery time I walk byShe staresAndScribblesOn herMirror of soulsThough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/354845/  PointlessIs my existenceIs my angerIs my sorrowAre my reasonsEmotionsConcur my bodyMy brainMy soulSadnessIs the only thing I feelThe only thing I breatheThe only thing I hateMy maskIs wornIs tatteredIs tornFrom so much useBut I’ll put it on again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/354843/  It is true thatYou don’t know what you haveUntil you lose itWe take things for grantedAnd throw our lives awayStuff the gift of lifeIn god’s face.But it isYour decision aloneNot mineNot hisThe baby with brown eyesStaresStalks youWatches you throw y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/354838/ November 2nd, the first snow fall. It was 0 degrees out and I was freezing. The stupid bus didn’t come for about half an hour, so I had lots of time to get ready. I pull the covers off of me and jump out of bed. I throw on a random outfit and quickly brush my messy hair, briefly pausing to thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/337025/ Ch.2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/334733/ When Cindy moves in with her Aunt, she makes new friens and new enimies...But there's one person in her life whom she can't stop whinking about... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/333311/ the title explains it all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstalump/333015/